The infuriating thing is that I think there might be. We could write articles acknowledging that certain conversations can exacerbate crippling guilt and self-loathing, particularly for people with anxiety, depression, or other mental illnesses that make them fixate on their own perceived worthlessness. We could really, truly, not-just-lip-service integrate concern for those people into our activism. We could acknowledge how common this experience is and have resources to help people. We could stop misidentifying anguish as entitlement, and stop acting like anguish that does have entitlement at its root is deserved or desirable or hilarious.
Now, my amazing psychiatrist is helping me fumble the rest of the way through (private) high school, using therapy and medications that actual work until I make it to college where I will get the necessary accommodations.
Being diagnosed with ADHD and NVLD makes a hell of a difference. It validates me, because now I know I’m not some fucked up weird human, I’m a human who processes things differently. I’m no longer some creature, I’m a person with actual real conditions, and it doesn’t make me any less of a person.